I had met Wendy about a year ago at a bar. Even though she was younger then me we hit it off straight away. I’m thirty and she’s ten years younger. Wendy is beautiful at about 5ft5″, long straight blonde hair, slim, perky little boobs and a butt like a peach.After dating for about five months I asked her to marry me and she said “Yes”.
Wendy and her mum had been planning the wedding for months and as we were only one day away from the big day Wendy was having her hen night tonight and I was going to my stag do. I wasn’t overly looking forward to it as I’m not a big drinker and I’ve only a few friends but Wendy encouraged me to go.
As for her she’s many friends and Wendy was super excited about going out. I had heard stories about women going wild on their hen night and having sex with strangers as there still technically free. Not that I didn’t trust Wendy it’s just that a few months back when we were looking at wedding dresses she told me how many sexual partners she had been with. To say I was shocked would be an understatement.
Seventy four was the figure she told me. Her first was at sixteen and she only slept with a further nine until she was seventeen which meant she had sixty four in three years. Seeing I was taken back she assured me she had been faithful to me since a month before our engagement which was reassuring however it also meant she had been with others while we were dating.
That evening in an incredibly short black dress with her boobs almost out she got in a taxi and went to meet her friends at the club. I on the other hand walked to my friend Geoff’s house where we would have our stag do. There was only going to be four of us I thought however when I arrived he had invited a friend from his workplace called Ian.
I sat there drinking a beer and began to wonder what Wendy might be doing but I tried to ignore it. As the evening went on I drank another beer while we were playing video games then Ian said “I don’t know your fiancée but do you think she’s letting go on her penultimate night of freedom”. Smiling I replied “Hopefully not”.
The thing is after he said that all I could think about was what she might be doing. Walking out into the kitchen I took another beer and Geoff walked in. “You ok Duncan?” he asked and I told him I was thinking about Wendy. I’d already told him in the past about her dating history and he could see I was concerned so he said “Let’s go to the club and check on her”. I didn’t want to spy on her but I also wanted to know so I said “Good idea”.
We all got into one car and drove to the club. After queuing we finally got in and we looked for Wendy and her friends. Unable to see them we moved towards the back of the club and I saw Petra who was her best friend. She didn’t see me and I couldn’t see Wendy anywhere. We decided to split up and hopefully avoid any of her friends seeing us. After what seemed like checking every part of the club except for the toilets I went out the back door to get some air as the club was warm. The building was next to the sea so I stood there watching the ships in the distance with there lights on. Suddenly I could make out some movement on the beach. Not able to make out what it was I headed over to the sand.